Abaddon flapped his wings for a final time to finally put his eyes on the sacred garden.
The first sight he laid eyes on was that of Asherah helping her very weary husband back inside their hut.
Abaddon had never hit the ground quite so fast before.
"Yesh!"
The old couple turned around and Abaddon felt his heart clench.
Yesh didn't look like himself. The divine figure he had always shown to others was replaced with that of a frail old man, who possessed sunken eyes and discolored, blackened lips.
"It's a shame…. We meet again, and only one of us looks better than we did last."
Abaddon's wives arrived behind him one after the other and each of them was equally stunned by what they saw.
Yesh coughed violently into his hand, leaving a black phlegm in the center of his palm.
"He shouldn't be up yet. We're moving him back into bed now." Uriel pushed open the door and began trying to lead her father in by the arm.
